Maou no Hajimekata

"If we're going to help Florosan, we have to go into the middle."

The portfolio explains while drawing a map on scratch and paper.

"So, Atashi and Radi are basically not allowed into the middle class except when they are called by Eurosama. The passageway to the middle level is here, here and here, the closest to Yuwelloisama's room."

Draw a picture of three stairs and circle one of them.

"... the painting is so fucked up."

"Isn't that better now?

The folios shouted at Sarnak, murmuring what everyone on the spot thought.

"... as long as I have the 'skills' to paint well..."

"You can't be that depressed. I wish I knew something like this."

Oulu gives comfort to the streamstone in the folios that lie down with his head in his arms.

"Besides, do we have to defeat the guards to get to the middle?

A scan of Oulu's magic scan showed that the only way to reach the upper level was through the stairs.

"No, forced breakthroughs are not recommended. They're not the only people living in the middle class. If you do that, you'll turn the whole Wall clan against you."

The guards are also quite strong when it comes to the middle class, Folio adds.

So, are you going to hide yourself with magic?

"It's not bad, but it's a little uncertain..."

I don't know what skills the guards have. Nagya's "appraisal" seems to be able to grasp only some low-level skills, so it doesn't seem to be able to distinguish everything in the opponent's hands.

"Luckily, the guards are Oulsama's majutsu? I hope you don't have the skills to see through it, but there's something you can hide in your skills, so there's a high probability of being detected."

Oulu's magic and hidden form of skill are different principles in the first place. I was halfway through the guards' skills, but the bet could be a little bad.

"So I want you to come from the other side."

Yuweloy was irritated.

Middle-class residents are staring at her as she slowly walks down the hallway with her big crotch. Even so, Yuweloy was angry, and went further with the sound of footsteps.

Bran stayed with Floro all the time and couldn't even get out of the room.

Of course, it is strange to expect a reward because Euro has not contributed at all to securing it, but it would be good if there was a word of hard work to do so. It's because it's Yu Wei Roi who has arranged the arrangements so far and ensures safety.

"... damn it"

When no one can see, she poisons and punches the 'Mother's Wall'. There was a sense that it was a disgraceful figure that no one could see.

In short, I am jealous. To Floro, favored by Bran. It was terribly ugly by her standards, and not like the feelings of the honorable Wall clan.

But there was nothing I could do in my heart.

It was from the Folio that I came to chase them down. A man from another world... wants to know something urgent about Oulu. Even if I told you to communicate by skill if you need to, I want you to actually see it.

Thanks to this, Yuwelloi had to go all the way to the lower levels.

"Folio! You've become great when you summon me!

Ironically, Yuwelloi pushes open the poor doors that are characteristic of the lower layers.

Suddenly, a chunk of flame swallowed her and caused a huge explosion.

─ ─ Okay.

Surrounded by blazing flames, Yuwelloi understands everything and laughs.

It was undoubtedly a joyful smile.

"You've turned against the enemy, Folio!

It was named after someone who cleared up my anger. If you beat the Folio and defeat the Owl who controls her and report it, Blanc will admit it.

Yuweloy jumps out of the flame without taking the heat away while drawing such a picture. His whole body was covered with dull silver glowing armor.

"Fuck you!

Outside the blazing flame was Sarnak with his sword on.

Hmm.

Ewelloy's light right arm makes a hard sound and plays the blade. At the same time, Yuwelloi slammed his left arm into Sarnak's belly.

"Mmm? Oh, yeah. Are you the Shield of Steel?"

It's not the feeling of wearing meat, or the feeling of being played. As he stops with a strange response, Yuweloy recalls a report he received before.

"Chi! What the hell!? You have a shield too!?

Probably has the Swordsmanship skill. Sharp slashes fly in while standing back and making time.

"Do you have such rare skills?"

Yuweloy makes it an iron barrage. I am deliberately wearing thick armor. You don't have the ability to defend without asking questions like a shield skill.

"But well....."

A sword poked out at the throat. Along with it, pushed out with his right arm, Yuweloy put his left arm on his arm.

"I don't need such a big skill like you."

"Ha...!?

Sarnak shouted at the armor that appeared on his arm.

Full Armor. Yuwelloi is using a simple skill that simply wraps iron armor around his body. It's not a convenient way to prevent any attack, and it just disappears in a few seconds if you don't focus on an example of a skill that creates things.

But it also had advantages over real armor. One of them is that it "can also be produced by other people's bodies." And it doesn't have to be the right part.

It was the forearm armor (Van Brace) on Sarnak's right elbow. Armored to the left and right, he can no longer bend his arms. In other words, his sword-waving arm is like a dead one.

"Damn it....!

He hurried to take it off and slapped his left hand. Suddenly, the nail (gauntlet) fitted in the form of a cover on the hand. It cannot be embedded in the body or, on the contrary, pierced through part of the armor, but it is somewhat free in size.

"Hey... wait..."

"You won't have to wait."

Yuwelloi looked around, holding Sarnak's entire body in armor. At least the flaming folios should be somewhere less distant.

But I couldn't find the portfolio anywhere. The room where Ewelloy stepped in was small and there was no place to hide. It's under the bedside and behind the closet, but you can't just let the flames go from there.

I heard a strange tingling sound in Yuweloyi's eyebrows.

The armor covering Sarnak was red and hot.

"Nh....!

At a distance, Yuwelloi instantly realizes. It was not the Folio that fired the flames. It was Sarnak.

The next moment, the armor covering Sarnak flew in all directions.

"Ki... go away!

Reflexively, Euro erased it. Fast flying iron chunks were not an inevitable number, and if they were eaten, they would not be immune to damage from the armor. That should not be a mistake in itself. But...

"Hmm... shit, this is me right now. But I managed to do something about it...."

Dressed like a white moya, Sarnak looked at Yuweloy and said.

I'm going to have to redo the partition.